But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?It is the East, and Juliet is the sun!Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,Who is already sick and pale with griefThat thou her maid art far more fair than she.
Dramatic Iorny
O, how may ICall this a lightning? O my love, my wife!Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath,Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.
Imagery 
Away from light steals home my heavy28 sonAnd private in his chamber pens himself,Shuts up his windows, locks fair daylight out,And makes himself an artificial night.
Symbolism 
So far from sounding31 and discovery,As is the bud bit with an envious wormEre he can spread his sweet leaves to the airOr dedicate his beauty to the sun.Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow,We would as willingly give cure as know.
Foreshadowing 
I have night’s cloak to hide me from their eyes; And but10 thou love me, let them find me here. My life were better ended by their hate Than death proroguèd, wanting of thy love.
simile 
Is love a tender thing? It is too rough,Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.